Chapter 11: Dead of Wynter: Chapter 10

The last thing I expect to see when I creep into Wynter’s room to check on her is her hand on her pussy and the other on her tits. I should walk out the moment I realize what she’s doing, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

She’s right on the edge, I can tell by how tense every muscle is and how she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep quiet. My cock hardens immediately in my sweatpants, and I can’t help but reach down and give it a squeeze. He’s just as eager to get back inside her tight pussy, but patience is the key. We need to run the long game if I’m going to get her to trust me again, to realize I’m not going anywhere this time.

When she finally allows herself to topple headfirst into her orgasm, it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. Her chest rises and falls in sharp pants, the moan that claws its way from her throat makes my balls tighten, and the way her entire body tightens only makes me think about what it will be like for her to come around my cock again.

I lean against the door as I wait for her to come down from her high so as not to startle her. “Was that orgasm for me, dove?” I ask through a smirk.

Wynter’s eyes shoot open and meet mine, and the most delightful shade of pink covers her cheeks. Even under the dim moonlight I see the way her milky skin lights up with the color of strawberries, and I long to reach for her.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” She tugs the sheets up around her neck as she pushes herself to lean against the headboard. Her breaths come in hard and fast, her body still recovering from the bliss she just provided herself.

“I asked you first.” I shrug as I take long strides toward the bed.

“No, of course not,” she hisses, her body shaking under my gaze.

“Liar.” I smirk, taking the final steps until my thighs rest against the edge of the bed.

“Get out,” she breathes, and I can tell she doesn’t trust her own voice around me, not when I’ve caught her at such a vulnerable moment.

I shake my head slowly. “Now why would I do that when you’re in here coming for me without my permission.” I kneel on the edge of the bed and prowl toward her. Part of me expects her to throw herself off the bed to get away from me, but I’m quietly pleased when she doesn’t move a muscle, her fingers gripping the edge of the sheet tightly.

“I don’t need your permission to come. I don’t need your permission for anything.” Her voice wavers, the combination of her orgasm and my proximity making it hard for her to speak.

Good. If she can’t speak, she can’t argue with me about things we both know she wants but won’t admit.

I continue my slow crawl across the bed until my body hovers above hers. My bare chest is on fire with the need to press against her, but I hold back. I have to take this slow. I need her to know this isn’t just about sex, even if that’s definitely a perk.

“Everett,” Wynter warns.

“Don’t worry, dove. I won’t do anything you won’t like.”

“You don’t know what I like,” she snaps as she finally tries to roll out from under me, not that I allow her to get very far. My arms act as a cage, holding her exactly where I want her.

“You know that’s not true, Wynter,” I murmur, bringing my face down until we’re eye to eye. “You know I know exactly what you like, and just how to give it to you.”

She pushes against my chest. “Get off me. We fucked one time eight years ago, and you disappeared the next morning. It doesn’t seem like sex with me was very fucking memorable,” she growls.

I love it when she gets feisty. When she gets herself wound up with the things she knows she shouldn’t want but desperately does, it only makes for more fun for me.

I chuckle. She doesn’t understand, but she will. Soon enough, she’ll know just how obsessed I’ve been since the morning I climbed out of her bed and left for her safety. She’ll understand that there wasn’t a day over the last eight years that I didn’t think about her every single second of the day.

“That’s where you’re wrong, dove.” I brush my lips across her cheek, the whisper of a touch enough for goose bumps to erupt across her skin. “I think about that night every single day, and every single night it’s a memory I go to sleep thinking about.”

Her mouth drops open, and I’m tempted to take her lips, but not yet.

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked myself off at the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock?” I ask. “Or the memory of your pretty pussy taking me so beautifully. Of you begging me to keep going even though I saw the pain in your eyes.” I’m taunting her now, bringing the memory of our night together to the surface. Before that, there were stolen kisses and slightly inappropriate touching from the moment she turned eighteen, but never anything more.

“You’re lying.”

A smirk tugs at my lips as I shake my head. “No, I’m not. There’s so much you don’t understand, Wynter, so much we had to keep from you for your own safety, but never doubt how much you mean to me. I gave up everything to keep you safe.”

She stares at me for long moments, assessing whether she believes the words I’m saying. “Why won’t you tell me why you left?”

“Because you’re grieving. You just lost your parents, and I don’t want to pile on top of that. Just believe me when I say I didn’t leave because I wanted to, or because you weren’t enough for me, or because I just wanted your virginity and nothing more, because none of that is true. If I could have been here with you every day for the last eight years, we would be married with three kids by now. But those weren’t the cards we were dealt back then.”

Her eyes widen at my words, and I can’t help but smile as I press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Wynter. Why would I not want those things with you?”

“I just…” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she thinks about what she should say, and it takes every single ounce of strength not to lean forward and nip at it. Her breath on my cheeks is intoxicating and being this close to her while neither of us are fully dressed is dangerous. “I’m so confused,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. “I don’t understand why you would leave me if you loved me, if you wanted to marry me and have kids. It doesn’t make any sense. Part of me wants to believe you’re lying to me just to get back into my pants, but…”

“But you know me better than that,” I offer.

She nods, her eyes falling closed for a moment as she takes deep calming breaths.

“I promise I will tell you everything, dove. I’ll lay it all out on the table for you, and you can make your own judgments about me, but I can tell you one thing. I’m not going anywhere ever again. We are going to happen again. I will have you like I should have all those years ago, whether you’re willing to admit it or not.”

“What if I don’t want you anymore?” she challenges.

“But you do. Why would you be rubbing your pretty little pussy for me if you didn’t still want me?” I ask, tugging her hand away from where she grips the sheets and bring her fingers to my nose. Her familiar scent only makes me harder, but it feels like coming home. “You smell so sweet, dove,” I murmur. “That’s the last orgasm you have without my permission.”

“Excuse me?” Her brows raise and a look of defiance crosses her face.

“You heard me.”

“You wouldn’t even know, I don’t see how you’re going to enforce this rule.”

I chuckle. Oh, my little dove, how innocent you are. “I will know, and you will not like the consequences of disobeying me.”

Wynter worries her lip between her teeth, and I barely tamp down the groan that claws up my throat. I could be inside her in under thirty seconds, sinking deep into her tight pussy. But not yet. She’s not ready, and the next time I take her, she’ll know why I left in the first place, she’ll know that I never wanted to be away from her, and in a way, I never was.

Because I always knew where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with, and there’s a good reason her dating history is so short. Because I made it that way.